My newest e-novel has been released with Dark Roast Press. Check out the blurb and the excerpt below.
Dark Roast Press Presents
Alex Klein, professional photographer, leads a blessed life with a supportive family and longtime lover Harley Scott, a successful PI. However, everything is about to unravel. He found peace in the arms of Harley after suffering from night terrors most of his life. Now the night terrors are back and his new assignment in Seattle may be the cause.
While he struggles to control his fears, back in St. Louis, Harley unravels a secret that could destroy the life they’ve created together. Maggie Reynolds is a convicted murderer, former member of a violent gang that terrorized the West Coast in the 1980’s. She may also be Alex’s birth mother, finally free after 25 years in prison. Positive his lover is in danger Harley heads to Seattle to save him from a mysterious stalker not beyond using murder to get what she wants. Are Maggie and the stalker one and the same?
Sometimes no matter how many lies you weave the past will come back to bite you in the ass. An intricate web of blood and deception, over two decades in the making, has Alex beginning to question his entire identity. Can he free himself from his past before it claims everyone he loves?
Chuckling, Leo pushed back his cap, scratching along his receding hairline. “Yeah, it’s a good place to live. I still find myself missing Jersey sometimes though.”
Alex turned around, back pressed against the railing, “Jersey? You’re from New Jersey?”
“Yeah, originally.” He grinned. “I came out here nearly thirty years ago to attend Cornish College of the Arts. My mom and pops wanted me to have more opportunities than they did.”
Humming thoughtfully, Alex’s gaze shifted back to where the seagulls swayed above them as if they were a school of fish ready for dinner. “Cornish College, well damn, Leo, you sure are full of surprises.”
Leo cocked one eyebrow in Alex’s direction and snorted, “What, you thought this was all I did, chauffer your cute little ass around town?”
“So you think my ass is cute?” Pushing up his sunglasses, Alex offered Leo his best flirtatious expression, and Leo burst out laughing. “What?” Alex’s eyes narrowed as he dropped the glasses back down on the bridge of his nose.
When Leo finally got his laughter under control, he shook his head. “Does that look work on your boyfriend? Cause seriously, kid, you need to work on your flirting. You looked like you just ate a damn lemon—whole.”
“He has a name,” Alex grunted.
Leo frowned, “What?”
Alex sniffed, “My boyfriend, his name is Harley, and if it weren’t for the damn Bible thumpers back in Missouri he’d already be my husband.”
Leaning against the railing, Leo watched the water foam up around the boat as it approached the dock. “You guys ever think of moving out here to California, or maybe back east to Massachusetts? Me, well I think the government should be reminded that there’s supposed to be a separation of church and state.”
“Now see,” Alex dramatically groaned, “why can’t we get people like you into office?”
“Cause, kid, I ain’t stupid enough to go up DC way and drown in all the shit up there.” Leo yawned and stretched as the boat drew up to the dock. “Come on, we can have this conversation later, but for now you got a meeting you need to get to.” He glanced back at the dock and grinned. “Looks like you’re getting met like royalty.”
Alex frowned, peering over the railing, “What do you mean?”
“See that gentleman down there?” He pointed to a spot near the back of the dock.
“Yeah,” Alex focused on a tall slender man with salt and pepper hair and what was obviously an expensive tan. He was dressed to the nines, but casually in lightweight khaki slacks, a deep blue three-button pullover, and loafers. A pair of Ray-Bans covered his eyes, but it was apparent that he’d been looking for them because he was waving in reply to Leo’s sharp salute.
It wasn’t the man though that had caught his attention. It was his companion.
She was tall, slim built, and the way she moved reminded Alex of a dancer. Her hair was the color of dried blood and fell in tight curls around her shoulders. Her skin was pale as fresh cream and she was dressed all in black; sleeveless mock turtleneck and loose flowing pajama type pants. If that were Erica Kenyon, she was nothing as he’d imagined her. He’d been expecting a mousy little conservative dresser, but she was definitely not that.
“Wow,” Alex hissed as he nudged Leo in the side, “is that Kenyon?”
Leo nodded as they turned and headed down the stairs. “Yeah, that’s her. She’s quite the character. Reminds me of fucking Elvira and she has the rack to prove it.”
“Dude,” Alex snorted, “she could have Dolly Parton’s rack, and I could care less.”
As they hit the bottom of the stairs, Leo turned and waggled his brows. “What if she had John Holmes’ dick under her skirt?”
Alex’s eyes widened and he smacked Leo in the arm. “Man, that is just wrong, and for your information I’d be half way back to St. Louis if she did.”
With that final comment, they both burst out in raucous laughter, the crowd around them treating them as if they’d just escaped from a mental hospital.
Neither of them noticed the woman a few feet behind them, with the broad brimmed hat shadowing her face and a dark cigarette dangling from between glossy red lips. Her gaze shifted from them to somewhere on the dock and her lips curled in a wicked smile. She lifted one hand to pull the cigarette from between her lips and exhaled, lips pursing thoughtfully as she tipped her head in reply to a reaction from someone on the dock.
“Excuse me, ma’am?”
She turned to face one of the crew. “Yes?”
“I’m sorry, but you’re not allowed to smoke on-board.”
Raising one eyebrow, her smile faded. “I’m sorry about that, sir. Let me take care of that.”
She lifted the lit cigarette and crushed it out on the skin of the back of her hand, her empty gaze never leaving the horrified man’s face. “Better?” she queried as she dropped the smoldering butt to the deck.